The words are lies
Carefully crafted
Like our photos and slides
Spun as a web in
Public portrayal and smiles
All the while
Cloaked our fears and faces
Tucked in,
Our gut,
As formidable is the heart of woman,
And everyone knows it.
It is the loudest secret in the room,
So forced we are to cage it.
A fierce dragon,
Gagged, and bound
Left in the heart of Her,
An unpredictable strength,
Dormant only.
If she does not have strength,
It is because her heart is weak...
Weak in this world, as is she unwanted.
Formidable and fiercely foreign.
Unworthy of the heart of any man,
For we are mortal enemies.
Yet bound she lay.
Chained down, Wings nailed and weighted down in metal shards
Soul a long lost ember now,
Wondering
What use is the fight,
If she does not have the heart?
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